At the sa ti.
The Separation Fire Flood Dragon, which had already been reshaped, launched another attack:
"Xiaoqing!"
Summoning the Phoenix still needed a bit more ti.
The Cyan Python flapped its wings, moving like a rapid gust of wind swiftly across the Beast Fighting Arena, deftly dodging the Flood Dragon’s attacks again and again, with Autumn Cicada assisting by overseeing the situation.
Boom!
The entire space-ti seed to tremble slightly.
Imdiately, an ancient murmur ca from the void.
Seeing this, the Flood Dragon felt a chill run down its spine, imdiately opening its mouth to spit a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the Demon Pill, which, with a bang, instantly transford into a Sword Qi. The Sword Qi, with the power to split heaven and earth, roared and charged toward the Nine-Transformation Divine Lamp!
"Chirp!"
At this mont.
In the void.
The will of the Phoenix descended.
With a flap of its wings, the Sword Qi shattered with a bang.
Fu Changsheng, with cultivation at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishnt, was able to summon Phoenix will embodying Tier Three power!
The Phoenix’s claws swept through the air.
The Separation Fire Flood Dragon was torn in half instantly, and as the wings flapped, countless flas rained down. The Flood Dragon, unable to undergo blood rebirth, perished completely with not a drop of blood left.
At this mont.
Fairy Miaoyin in the Beast Fighting Arena turned pale, hurriedly bowing to the Phoenix:
"This junior had no knowledge of Fu Changsheng’s connection with the Three Sages, I implore the Three Sages for forgiveness, this junior..."
Fu Changsheng exhausted all ans.
At this ti, his Mana was already depleted.
Before Lady Miaoyin could finish her sentence, the fla of the Nine-Transformation Divine Lamp puffed out, and the Phoenix disappeared along with it.
Fairy Miaoyin felt her back soaked with cold sweat.
Facing Fu Changsheng again, the contempt of watching a drama had vanished, replaced with a hint of flattery: "Congratulations, Young Master Fu, on passing the test, this is the reward you deserve."
With a flick of the sleeve.
A Hundred Treasures Pouch floated towards Fu Changsheng.
The mont Fu Changsheng grasped it.
The entire space trembled, and everything around dissipated.
In the next mont.
He found himself lying in bed, upon opening his eyes, an elder was handing him a bowl of bitter-slling dicinal soup:
"This is Thousand Bone Soup, drink it and in a couple of days, your broken bones will regrow."
"Grandfather?!"
The elderly man dressed as a scholar, with a kind face, was his very own grandfather who raised him. When he was fifteen, amidst the Southern Barbarians’ invasion of the Clan Mountain, grandfather and all elders died protecting their escape.
Ti had flashed by twenty-five years:
"What is happening?"
Could it be I’ve been reborn?!
Since he has been reborn, he must not let the tragedy repeat.
"Changsheng, quickly drink your Thousand Bone Soup, be good."
Thousand Bone Soup?
Fu Changsheng’s thoughts swirled.
If he recalled correctly.
His leg was broken when he was seven, climbing the mountain to identify herbs, fighting over a stalk of Cloud Grass with his sixth brother who insulted him, driven with rage, they fought, and accidentally, he fell down the Broken Bone Cliff, breaking his right leg.
He is only seven years old now.
There’s still ti for everything:
"If he rembered right, this year izhen would be brought from the Liuu Family to stay with our Fu Family."
Fu Changsheng recalled they even had triplets.
As ti passed.
As ti flew, Fu Changsheng reached fourteen, the following year would mark the Southern Barbarians invasion.
The instigator of all this was the Honored Guest Elder Li Guiming.
Under his subtle influence, his grandfather discovered Li Guiming’s collusion with the Southern Barbarians, and before he turned fifteen, successfully executed Li Guiming:
"This ti, grandfather and third great uncle don’t have to die, he preserved Luofeng Mountain."
By nightfall.
For the first ti in eight years, Fu Changsheng slept soundly.
In a half-dream and half-awake state.
He was jolted awake by a sound of battle, his grandfather, covered in blood, rushed in with his big brother, third brother, and fourth sister: "Changren, take your siblings and leave quickly, rember, you must survive!"
"No, impossible, he clearly altered the past, how can this be, how can this be!"
In a daze.
Fu Changsheng.
Opened his eyes again.
Found himself lying on a hospital bed:
"Where is this?"
Fu Changsheng was befuddled.
At this mont.
A nurse entered the room to change his dication, seeing him awake, she said quickly: "Yo, Little Chestnut, you’re awake, Ms. Zhang has gone out to buy you your favorite chestnuts, she’ll be back soon, wait a bit, ok?"
Little Chestnut.
This is his childhood nickna.
He’s fifteen this year.
He was hit while crossing the road by a scooter running a red light, had a dozen stitches on his head, and was unconscious for a week before waking up.
Fu Changsheng murmured:
"Looks like I’ve been watching too many fantasy novels and TV shows, I even dreamt of becoming a cultivator!"
Yet everything in the dream felt so real.
Fu Changsheng furrowed his brow.
Hesitating.
Ms. Zhang had already entered holding a pack of chestnuts.
Seeing him awake.
Ms. Zhang couldn’t help but cry for joy.
But.
He’d only been in a coma for a week, why did seeing Ms. Zhang feel as though a lifeti had passed?
Suddenly.
He rembered sothing extrely important.
It was his grandfather who collapsed due to sudden blackout when he was sixteen, no one was ho, therefore the rescue was not tily which led to his passing:
"He mustn’t let grandfather have an accident!"
Fu Changsheng took out paper and pen, intending to note it down. But when he began writing, he paused:
"No, no!"
I’m only fifteen, why would I rember things from when I am sixteen?
If the dream realm of cultivation was fake, then he wouldn’t have mories of being sixteen.
Fu Changsheng’s head buzzed.
In this mont.
Scenes of him getting admitted to a prestigious city high school, smoothly entering university, and then successfully pursuing further studies flashed through his mind.
Opening his eyes again.
Ms. Zhang, deftly peeling chestnuts for him, now appeared wickedly charming:
"Ms. Zhang, I’m sorry!"
Fu Changsheng imdiately hurled a punch.
Bang!
Everything before his eyes dissipated.
When Fu Changsheng opened his eyes again, a voice echoed in his mind:
"Congratulations on passing the second level of the Tower of Trials of All Realms!"
Following this.
In the next mont, everything blurred before his eyes.
He felt a whirl of dizziness.
He did not know how much ti had passed.
A sudden silver light burst from the pitch-black space, and the next mont, he found himself in a Cave Mansion surrounded by the Star Power.
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